forum Deserted // One on One // Closed

Started January 11, 2020 by @Knick

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I know I’ve opened up quite a few RPs, but I will promise to try to stay active in all of them; the same applies to this one too. Here’s the idea I have in mind.

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You’ll never know who you’ll meet out there.

2204.. A relatively..interesting year, to say the least. War rages on in different parts of the world, sweeping over different areas of the world. Often, those areas are left in a less-than-preferable state, in which not many people are around anymore because of the poor conditions. That, or they all got killed.

In a desert location of the world, where the sand seems endless; the nights are cold, the conditions in general are hard to supply, small groups of fighters are left behind. Some go crazy from being this way for so long, and not in the ‘quirky’ way. Others give up hope, while some try to go on, hoping to find an end to this and get back home.

Just because the majority have left doesn’t mean it’s not an active war zone, though.

One day, in the skies, a fight takes place. The fight is relatively short, only around 3 minutes long. It seems it’s two planes against one, and one of them goes down into the desert.
The other two planes are gone as fast as they came.

Still, a plane crashing in the desert is definitely an exciting event to witness. And maybe, just maybe there’s something left in the wreckage.

Let’s hope no one survived that crash, though. It’s an unnerving thought, to say the least.

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So a summary of what I just said (as usual, with my person a and person b sort of stuff)

Person A is one of the fighters left behind in the desert. They’ve been there for god knows how long, barely surviving. Maybe they’re with a group. Maybe they left that group behind, or maybe the group left them. Anyways, they witness the plane crash and decide to get in closer for a look. Maybe see what’s in the plane, if they can scrap anything from it. But Person A is the closest at the time, meaning they’ll get there the fastest.

Person B is the pilot who crashed. They survived, of course; maybe with some injuries, but otherwise alive. Collect themselves and get out of there, try to get in contact with home or something like that. Hopefully before too many people roll into the scene.

The catch in all of this is that Person A’s country is fighting against Person B’s country. But maybe killing each other is not the solution, but rather, to work together instead. Albeit, very hesitantly.

Here are the rules.

1. This will be a romance of some sorts. I’d prefer it to be straight. I generally play a male character, and I will be for this RP. You’ll probably need a girl for this.
2. This will have lighter parts in it, and mature parts in this. Keep this in mind.
3. Some forms of violence is probably to be expected. Blood as well. Just remember, there’s a time and place for everything.
4. Swearing is allowed.
5. No one liners. They’re very tricky (for me) to respond to.
6. This list is subject to change, so keep that in mind.

Here’s the template.
The brackets exist only to explain things. When you fill out the template, remove them.

Name:
Age: (19-26)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Nationality:

Appearance:
Personality:
Skills: (from any medical, fighting styles, etc to maybe hobbies they’re really good at.)
Background: (can be as long or as short as you wish.)
Other: (anything else goes here, such as facts, anything I missed, or maybe anything they currently have on them in terms of supplies.)

Bump.

Hi, this sounds interesting, can I join? :)

Sure!

~so, just to make things a little more accurate, what country is my character from?

Uhh well you could decide first and I’ll select my country after you, I’ll add a nationality thing to the template real quick

:) okay thx, i'll get it up in a minute

Alright!

Name: Juliet Delacroix
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: French
Appearance: 5'7, with an athletic build. Long brown hair that falls in soft waves to her waist when it's not tied up, going against regulation. Caramel skin, dark brown eyes, dimples, and a small, single gold earring. Multiple knives hidden and strapped in within her uniform.
Personality: Introverted and observant, but knows when to keep her mouth shut. She’s kind, and polite with strangers and was fairly popular back at her detachment, known for beating over half the squad in hand-to-hand combat and excelling in her flight operative training. Juliet is quick thinking and quick-tempered. Might take things the wrong way and become defensive in an attempt to be protective of herself. Disciplined and almost stoic, but very happy and light once you get to know her. She has a soft spot for music and wanted to be a violinist before she enlisted.
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, (she's not very good at shooting, but can disarm someone in no time) piloting multiple aircraft, playing the violin, ballet, knife throwing, basic first-aid training. Can speak near-perfect English, but with a slight accent.
Background: She came from a wealthy family with very traditional values who were politically involved and started training her at a young age to serve and accept that this is what needed to be done for their country. (additional stuff later on)
Other: First aid kit, broken radio, life jacket, parachute, a handgun with limited ammo, some special fabric that catches moisture in the air to collect water, a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

(so this is like, way into the future, right?)

Name: Aleksi Heikkinen
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Finnish

Appearance: Aleksi is around 5’9, with a pale-ish complexion. A smaller build, but lightly muscled. He’s by far not the palest person around, but he’s definitely got that sort of feature to him. He has dark brown hair that he attempts to keep it somewhat trimmed, though not right down to the scalp sort of. He has a bit of facial hair, which he also keeps trimmed to the best of his ability. His eyes are a pearl grey.
He wears his uniform of course, and can cover up his face and head (typically for conditions with low visibility, such as sandstorms) with a brown, cloth like material. Wears gloves sometimes.

Personality: Aleksi doesn’t like to take risks that much, but after a while of being stranded in the desert, he’s started to change that viewpoint. Still, he remains like the sort of guy that likes to keep at a distance, not really enjoying getting up close and personal (esp. in combat). He’s stubborn to his ways.
Despite that, Aleksi is pretty talkative after a while. He doesn’t mind being alone, but (perhaps it’s just a side effect of being alone for so long) it’s not a preferable status to him.
Aleksi still holds to a certain degree that there is rescue out there, and he hopes that his squad was able to escape alright. He’s caring towards those he knows.

Skills: He can handle short ranged/hand to hand combat, but he’s not the best at it. Prefers to have a weapon at hand, like a knife. Really good at shooting; able to stay calm in most situations. Good with staying silent as well. Knows the basics of treating certain injures, but he doesn’t have much left in terms of supplies. Tracking (from people, to animals, even vehicles sometimes) and identifying certain things. Sketching is one of his hobbies he practices plenty on. Can speak English and Finnish.

Background: Grew up with two younger siblings, both of which are back at home still with his parents. He hopes to see them one day, and often enjoyed sending them letters when he was able to. He enlisted as he was of age and physical condition. More to be added maybe.

Other: Limited ammo for all guns he has (a sniper rifle and handgun), a small knife, two bandages, a water bottle pretty much empty of water, binoculars.

(Did you want to begin first, or should I? And do you have any other questions?)

He had been stuck here for many days now. It wasn’t any easier, though.

Aleksi spent each day looking for perhaps a sign, or a track of a person. Even an animal would do. He just wanted to leave this endless desert. He knew it wasn’t endless of course, it just seemed that way to him. And it felt that way.

The sun was high in the sky and Aleksi wore the cloth over his head to shield himself from the sun. Nights were no easier, either, they were cold as well. He’d recently run out of water and had to find something soon. While he could last without it, humans needed water at some point, and Aleksi wanted to get that as soon as possible. The problem was, is that he had no clue where to find it.

That was why a plane crash interested him so much. The smoke was close to him, and he carefully moved towards it, hoping to bring out his binoculars and get a distant look at the crash site before he moved in for supplies. If there was anything left, of course. Planes were a lot stronger than they were centuries ago, though. There would be something he could scavenge, hopefully.

He moved onto the top of a sandy hill, lowering himself to the ground as he brought them out, wiping the sand from the binoculars. Bringing them to his eyes, he looked around the site. There wasn’t anyone else around him, as far as he knew. But he just wanted to scope out the rest of the area, before moving in.

Two on the radar. Two foreign fighter jets circling her. The jarring spitting of bullets against the side of the plane. The scream of a blaring alarm. Spiralling in a roll of blue sky and the hills of yellow sand.

Smoke. The first thing Juliet smelled before opening her eyes. Smoke. Stinging her eyes as she struggled against her seatbelt. Smoke, clogging her lungs and sizzling out from behind her. She blindly fumbled for the knife strapped to her thigh, grasping it with a shaky hand and– "Merde!" Juliet cried out as a bolt of white heat seared through her left arm. Broken. No– sprained. She switched to her right hand, moving fast against the tough fabric restraining her to the cockpit. It was a good sign the engine hadn't exploded, she was still alive. But not for long, not if I don't get out soon. Juliet hissed, trying to move her left arm from behind the choking belt.

He’s unable to see anyone as of now, so after a few more seconds of consideration, Aleksi gets up and maneuvers himself down the hill, careful not to fall. He made his way to the crash, glancing behind him a few times as he moved forward.

It was a good thing he had the cloth to shield his face. He would’ve put it on either way to protect against the smoke, but it definitely made things a bit better. Still, it couldn’t defend him from all of the smell and the heat, getting worse as he moved closer.

He circled the plane a few times, not really having seen one up this close. It was only when he realized the design of the plane was not from his own country did Aleksi tense up.

Maybe it’s from one of our allies? Maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions.

He didn’t get a good look at the other jets in the sky either. They moved rather quickly, and they were quite high up.

When he stopped moving and listened, Aleksi did hear something that made him do a double take. Was there someone in the plane still? It could be a trick of his mind, or all of this smoke.

Warily, Aleksi prepares to search the jet.

After freeing her injured arm, adrenaline lifted her off her seat, quivering with terror and the thought that the plane might erupt into a cloud of hellfire in the middle of…wherever she was. The smoke clouded her vision, black and bitter as she threw herself at the door. Unlocked. Stuck.
Juliet repositioned herself, moving so her legs could kick it. It flung open with a sickening screech, and a faded opening of light greeted her. With final, ragged breaths, Juliet unclipped the emergency pack from under the seat and heaved herself out of the cockpit, choking and twitching to get away from the smoking aircraft.

Aleksi froze upon hearing the hatch of the plane open. It was an ugly sound to his ears. He removed his knife from his boot and rounded the jet. It was then he spotted the pilot exiting the plane.

He knew first glance the pilot was in no condition to attack him; if she was even an enemy, of course.

“Voi helvetti..” He mumbled. But there was no time to think on who this person was. Enemy or ally, Aleksi moved forwards, squinting as the smoke began to irritate his eyes. At this point, he’d much rather not have come here, but this was the first person he’d seen in some time.

He didn’t say much as he moved towards the pilot. He couldn’t say much, either. It was hard to speak when the overwhelming amounts of smoke surrounded the area, billowing into the sky. He lowered himself, attempting to make himself clear to the pilot that he was there, and meant no harm. Hopefully, he’d be able to get close enough and bring her out of there. If she even sees him of course. If Aleksi’s having trouble seeing, then this person is for sure.

Juliet managed to make out a moving figure through the smoke and the distorting ripples of heat. They came for me. She was almost relieved, not even registering that that figure might not be French, or even an ally of France.
"Va-t-en!" She called in between coughs, "Ça va exploser!" Her throat was rough and stinging as she hauled the pack in front of her, dragging herself through… the sand?

That language was most definitely not English, nor was it Finnish. He had no clue what she had just said, as he continued to move forwards. Despite the possible risk that the person was not an ally; a suspicion that Aleksi was starting to grow more wary of with each passing second; he couldn’t back out now.

He lowered himself, blinking as the smoke seemed to envelop him. While what he wore provided a limited amount of protection, he did not realize it was going to be this bad, nor did he think he was going to be here for a long time. Aleksi attempts to support the other person, trying to move both her and himself out of the smoke, and away from the jet, but it’s hard.

Juliet felt herself being dragged away from the wreckage and resisted the urge to scream when her bad arm brushed against the ground. She tried to steady her ragged breathing, throwing the helmet off and looking back at the smoke erupting from the plane, they were far enough now. Juliet stumbled to her feet, taking a few cautionary steps back, folding her arm weakly and carrying the pack with the other.
In a sudden whine of pressure, the plane burst into a cloud of orange, the reflecting light of the flames dancing against her skin as she flinched, a warm glow against the sand surrounding the two.

He stumbled back when the plane blew up, instinctively shielding himself with his arms from the light. Even though at this point they were far away, the heat was still quite strong.

There won’t be anything left to scavenge, he lowers his arms and stares at the wreckage, which will probably be on fire for a while. Or if there is something left, it most likely won’t be anything of use.

He quickly remembers the pilot which he brought out here and immediately turns back to her, attempting to refocus himself after being in smoke for so long. It’s not permanent irritation to his eyes, of course - just annoying right now.

He’s unsure what to do. Or say. Now that they’re away from the wreckage, his main focus is figuring out what to do now. He sniffs, the stench of the smoke still fresh within his nose. It’ll be like that for a while, at least until he moves away.

Aleksi takes a slight step back, just in case. It’s not a very big step, just a cautionary one.

Juliet shook her head, trying to regain focus of her surroundings. Just the two of them. No rescue team or additional aircraft approaching. They don't know I'm here.
Maybe she'd crossed into the lines when the fleet was separated…this was a different place than where she'd been only a moment ago. Juliet turned to the only other person– the man… She tossed the pack behind her, freeing her right hand in case she'd need to go for a knife. She stared at him, her hair uncoiling from where she'd tied it up, straying with the slight wind.

"Parle vous français?" She breathed squinting against the harsh sun beating down on them, noticing he wore a uniform but still couldn't make out any flags. Her hand stood ready by her side, waiting for that frown, a fleeting glance of disgust or shock that would let her draw a weapon.

He exhales, but he’s trying to avoid breathing in the air right now. At least, until he gets further away from the crash.

He didn’t know much French, but he did recognize the words the woman had spoken. He knew it was a question, and he recalled hearing the words quite some time ago. She was asking him if he spoke French or not.

Oh no no no. This is bad.

She was French, and he was not. He knew if he spoke Finnish, and she recognized it, he’d be in some trouble. The safest bet was probably English. A lot of the sides spoke English. The second worry was his uniform, which he couldn’t really do much about. There was a flag of Finland on it, but perhaps she was unable to see it. She would notice it eventually, though.

English. Speak English.

“No..I do not.” He stated, glancing to the side. It wasn’t very easy to run in the sand, especially if the surrounding area wasn’t very flat. It also wasn’t easy to climb sandy hills, either.

He hoped he’d done a good enough job at keeping his accent from coming out too much, or it was light enough that most people wouldn’t notice.

"English, then?" Juliet nodded, he speaks English, but not only that.
"Where are we? Do you know?" She asked slowly, surveying his current state and appearance for the first time. Juliet had to acknowledge he was indeed good-looking, and judging by the fact that he was tanned and was alone, she knew that he was stuck here too. He's been out here for a while.

The stranger was on guard, too. She could see it in his eyes– the way he hesitated when she spoke to him in French.
Juliet tried moving her other hand, wincing a bit when she couldn't make a fist, "I was last in Moldova. Is this Oleshky Sands?"

He knew she was French, and wasn't attacking her, so he had to be on the right side, or at least neutral, which was unlikely because of his uniform. This is when you tell me you're Ukranian.